"I didn't expect this guy to be a hidden medical master. Did we make a mistake before?"
"Tch, what's so great about it? It's just a wild dance."
"As long as any powerful martial arts master can do it, what's the surprise?"
"It's just a trick to show off the gold and jade on the outside."
"I don't think so. The acupuncture points such as Qihai, Shimen, etc. are all in the right position. This is definitely not something that can be achieved by luck."
"Really, this is so powerful that it's a bit exaggerated."
For a moment, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps closer to Fan Wencong, and most people's eyes were filled with surprise and envy.
On the other hand, those international Western doctors all looked disdainful and did not even bother to look at Qin Changsheng.
Only the old man looked extremely solemn, and he almost subconsciously stopped Qin Changsheng's movements.
In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he wanted to believe Qin Changsheng for once.
He knew that Qin Changsheng, who could easily kill two powerful Martial Emperors, was definitely not an ordinary person, and certainly not a stupid person. If he was not completely sure, he would never risk his life.
However, even the world's top medical team was not sure about Fan Wencong's illness, but Qin Changsheng said that there was no need to prescribe any medicine, and the old man had to suspect that he had bad intentions.
So when Qin Changsheng was free, the old man immediately stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Little friend, wait a minute, there is one thing I still need to confirm with my little friend."
Qin Changsheng said: "Tell me."
The old man said: "I wonder how long it will take, little friend, to cure my boss's illness?"
Qin Changsheng said casually: "Ten minutes."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding people burst into laughter again.
The old man's heart sank, and his suspicion of Qin Changsheng rapidly intensified.
He looked up at Smith and others and said: "They are the strongest medical team in the world and have the most advanced medical equipment in the world."
"Under the premise that the conditions are completely mature, the operation time alone will take them at least one day and one night. My words are too pretentious."
Qin Changsheng said nonchalantly: "So do you want to save him or not?"
The old man's expression changed solemnly and he said: "Help."
"But I would like to remind you, little friend, that you have also seen my strength."
"Besides, there are masters like Lao Chen who are not even one hundred but eighty in the Fan family. I hope you won't play with fire."
Qin Changsheng smiled and said: "Congratulations, you have successfully aroused my interest."
"I saved Mr. Fan. Even if the King of Hell comes today, I can't take him away."
While speaking, Qin Changsheng walked around the old man and waved a burst of true energy into Fan Wencong's dantian.
It was not until nearly half a minute later that the old man, who was dazed on the spot, finally came back to his senses.
It was only then that the old man truly understood that Qin Changsheng was so determined to save people, not because of his threats, but because of the three previous conditions.
Because what he just said made Qin Changsheng realize the higher value of this promise, he said that it aroused his interest.
So for a while, the old man really didn't dare to imagine the extent of Qin Changsheng's arrogance, and therefore his expectations for him were a little higher.
Of course, others would not be like the old man, who carefully studied Qin Changsheng's words word for word. Naturally, in the next five minutes, there would still be all kinds of ridicule, laughter and curses.
"Quick, look, Mr. Fan's belly is flat."
"Did this guy's treatment really work? I-did I read that right?"
"Quick, pinch me, I, I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"Traditional Chinese medicine, this is Chinese medicine, it's so, so powerful."
"I was blind before, please take my knee."
Until a scream suddenly exploded, and when everyone's attention focused on Fan Wencong again, his bulging abdomen was already like a deflated balloon, and it quickly returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In an instant, the whole living room was boiling.
Especially those Chinese doctors who had looked down on Qin Changsheng before were even more ashamed and fell to their knees in submission.
Then Qin Changsheng raised his hand and waved, and all the silver needles immediately flew out and fell to the ground one by one.
When the old man excitedly came to Fan Wencong, Qin Changsheng said casually: "Eight minutes, luckily I did not disgrace my life."
The old man smiled and agreed repeatedly, and Fan Wencong even knelt down at Qin Changsheng's feet with a thud.
Qin Changsheng said: "It's just a transaction. Mr. Fan doesn't have to be so polite. As long as you don't forget your promise to me."
Fan Wencong kowtowed three times and said, "Of course, of course."
"There are a lot of people here. How about inviting me and my brother to go to the teahouse to talk in detail?"
Qin Changsheng nodded, and Fan Wencong quickly stood up and made a respectful gesture to him.
Suddenly, Smith took a quick step, stopped the two of them and said, "Mr. Fan, please wait, we think this is very strange."
"For your health's sake, please come with us for a few checks first."
Fan Wencong said: "Fan Mou understands your kindness..."
Smith interrupted him and said seriously: "Mr. Fan, please listen to me. Many patients feel good about themselves. Once they feel uncomfortable, it will be too late to go for a check-up."
"Of course, we also hope that a miracle will happen and that you are in good health."
"Although we don't know what's going on, the foreign matter in your body has seriously compressed the nerves and blood vessels. It can't be solved casually with a few needles."
Just as Fan Wencong was about to answer, Qin Changsheng jumped in and said, "Actually, their ideas are reasonable, and they are also out of consideration for your health, so they deserve respect."
"Anyway, I'm not in a hurry now. Why don't I just grant their wish, Mr. Fan?"
Fan Wencong glanced at Qin Changsheng hesitantly and said, "Actually, Fan does not doubt your thoughts. Since my little brother has said so, I will go there."
"Don't worry, we have basic inspection equipment here, so it won't take too long."
Qin Changsheng waved his hand casually, signaling for him to please.
In the eyes of others, Fan Wencong's words just now may be polite.
But Qin Changsheng knew that he absolutely came from the bottom of his heart.
Because during the treatment just now, with the help of Qin Changsheng's Yin Yang Shenlong Jue Zhenqi, Fan Wenchong's bottleneck in martial arts practice for many years was also broken through.
Based on this alone, Fan Wencong should know how powerful Qin Changsheng is.
Moreover, Qin Changsheng agreed to waste a little more time with them because he knew there were instruments here through his clairvoyance.
No one knows that Qin Changsheng, who has always been indifferent to many things on the outside, actually loves this land deeply in his heart.
Therefore, for him, Chinese medicine cannot be insulted, and the country cannot be despised by outsiders.
Anyway, Qin Changsheng has no reason not to teach these guys how to behave.